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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jandek,
Rakim,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Television,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.