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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Can,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.