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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.