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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.