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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.