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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Easy Going 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
June of 44,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.