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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.