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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.