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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
UT,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.