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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.