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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.