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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.