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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.