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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.