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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.