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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.