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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.