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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.