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 Australia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.