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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.