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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.