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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.