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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.