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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.