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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.