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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.