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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.