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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Fear,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.