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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
MC5,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.