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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.