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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Residents,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.