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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.