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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.