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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.