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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.