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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.