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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
New Order,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.