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 India and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.