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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.