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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.