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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.