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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.