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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.