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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.