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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.