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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.