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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.