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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.