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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Crime,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.