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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.