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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.