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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.