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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
X-102,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.