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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.