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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
JFA,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.