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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.