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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.