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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.