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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.