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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.