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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.