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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.