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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Can,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.