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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.