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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.