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 Congo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.