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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.