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 North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.