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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.