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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.