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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.