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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Chrome,
Slave,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.