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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.