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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.