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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.