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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.