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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.