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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.