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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.