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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.