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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.