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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.