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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.