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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.