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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.