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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.