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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.