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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Scientists,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.