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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Derrick May 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.