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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.