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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.