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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.