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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.