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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.