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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.