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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.