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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.