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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Connie Case 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.