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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.