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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.