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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.