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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Dual Sessions 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.