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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Slave,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.