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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.