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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.