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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.