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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.