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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.