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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.