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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.