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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.