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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
ABC,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.