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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Audionom,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Can,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.