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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.