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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.