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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.