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 Togo 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
UT,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.