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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.