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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.