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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.