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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.