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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.