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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.