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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.