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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.