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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.