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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.