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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.