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 Malta 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.