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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.