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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Smog,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.