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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.