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 Rwanda 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.