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 Malta and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.