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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.