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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Slave,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.