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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Nico,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.