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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.