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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.