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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Monks,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.