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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.