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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.