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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
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.