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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.