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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.