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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.