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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.