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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.