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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pole to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.