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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.