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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.