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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Excepter 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.