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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.