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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.