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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.