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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.