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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.