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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.