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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.