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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.