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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.