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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.