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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.