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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.