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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.