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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
UT,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.