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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.