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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.