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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.