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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Names,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.