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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.