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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
10cc,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.