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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.