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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.