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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Zapp,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.