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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.