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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.