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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.