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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.