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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Move,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.