Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.