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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
UT,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.