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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.