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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.