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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.