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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.