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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.