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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.