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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.