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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.