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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.