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 Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.