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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.