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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.