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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.