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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.