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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.