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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Crime to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.