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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.