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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.