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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.