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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.