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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.