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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.