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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lyres 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.