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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.