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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.