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 Colombia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.