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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.