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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.