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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Index to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Gong,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.