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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Can,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.