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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.