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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.