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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Brick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.