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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.