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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.