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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.