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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.