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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.