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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 Au Pairs 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.