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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Television,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.