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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Television,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.