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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
cv313,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.