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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.