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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.