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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.