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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Swans,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.