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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.