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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gong,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.