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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
MDC,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.