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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.