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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.