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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.