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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.