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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Television,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Cameo,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.