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 Bremen.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.