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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.