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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Wire,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.