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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.