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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.