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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.