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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.