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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.