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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.