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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Can,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Gong,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.