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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Pole,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.