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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.