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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.