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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.