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 China and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.