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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.