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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Television,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.