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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.