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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.