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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Doors,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.