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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 United States of America 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.