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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Mars,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.