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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.