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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.