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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.