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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.