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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.