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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.