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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.