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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.