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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.