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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.