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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.