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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.