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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.