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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Magma,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.