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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.