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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.