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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.