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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.