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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.