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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.