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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.