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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.