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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.