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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Scion,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Move,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.