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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.