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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.