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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.