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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
MC5,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.