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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
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Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.