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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.