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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.