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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.