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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.