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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.