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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Magma,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.