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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.