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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.