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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.