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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.