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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.