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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Index,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.