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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.