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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Index,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.