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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.