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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.