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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Slave,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.