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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.