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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Names,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.