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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.