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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.