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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.