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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.