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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.