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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.