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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.