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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.