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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.