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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.