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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.