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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.