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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
DNA,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.