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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.