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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.