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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Visage,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.