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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.