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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.