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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.