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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.