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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.