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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.