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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.