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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.