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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.