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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jandek,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.