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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.