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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.