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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.