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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.