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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.