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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.