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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.