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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.