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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.