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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.