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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.