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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.