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 London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.