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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.