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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.