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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.