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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.