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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.