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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.