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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.