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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.