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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.