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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Fear,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.