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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.