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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.