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 Poland and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.