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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.