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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.