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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.