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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.