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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Organ,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.