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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.