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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.