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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.