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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Can,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.