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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
MC5,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.