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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
CMW,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.