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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.