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 Cameroon 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.