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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Wire,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.