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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.