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 Croatia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.