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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.