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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.