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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.