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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.