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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.