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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.