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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.