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 Greece and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.