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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.