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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.