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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.