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 France and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.