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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.