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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.