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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.