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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.