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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.