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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Nico,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.