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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.