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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.