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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.