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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.