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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Hoover,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.