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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.