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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.