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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.