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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.