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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.