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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Flipper,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.