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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Magma,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Television,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.