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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.