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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.