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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Smog,
Suicide,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Visage,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.