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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.