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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.