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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Gong,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.