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 France and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.