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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.