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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.