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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.