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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.