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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.