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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.