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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Guru Guru 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.