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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Magma,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Wire,
Main Source,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.