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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.