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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
10cc,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.