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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.