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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.