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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.