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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.