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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.