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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
MC5,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.