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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.