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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.