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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.