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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.