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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
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Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.