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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
MC5,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.