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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.