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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.