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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.