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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.