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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.