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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.