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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.