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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.