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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
X-102,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.