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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Faust,
The Evens,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.