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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.