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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.