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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.