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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.