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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.