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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.