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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.