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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.