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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Television,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.