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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.