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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.