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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.