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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
The Litter,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.