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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.