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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.