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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.