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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.