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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.