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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.