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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.