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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Fall,
MC5,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.