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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
UT,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.