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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.