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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
UT,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.