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 China and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.