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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Niagra,
UT,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Model 500,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.