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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.