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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 Qualms to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.