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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.