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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.