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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.