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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.