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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.