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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.