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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.