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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.