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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Invisible,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.