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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.