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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.