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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Gong,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.