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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.