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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.