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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.