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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.