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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Brick,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.