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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.