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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.