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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.