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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.