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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Ossler,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.