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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.