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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.