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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.