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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.