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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.