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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
DNA,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.