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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.