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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Index,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.