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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.