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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.