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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Ludus,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.