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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Index,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.