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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.