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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.