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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Whodini,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.