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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Gong,
Fear,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
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.