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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.