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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.