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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Move,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.